The Perpetual Plight of Being

[elizabethvisser]

forward moving - backward thinking
young minds burdened
thoughts? imprisoned.
fate: sealed.

flying, flying!
falling?

fallen.

but time passes,

runs out -
and the
stars that burn the
brightest
fall so fast
and
pass
you
by.

- the odyssey of existence
deemed
but a futile plight

and so
eventually, or is it suddenly?
the heart once
determined, demanding...
is bruised, broken, bare -

and yet

you’re still searching,
but
plunging further into
darkness,
searching, searching
sinking

sunk,

throat burning
of words
unsaid,
adventure
ignored,
seconds
neglected -
- and then?

relief.

alas,

moments, memories,
me,
gone.